In this world, there is no escape from reincarnation. Sun Tai looked at the father and son before the collapse, with smiles on their faces. At this moment, he looked peaceful, slowly burning the last trace of his life.
Hearing Wang Lin’s promise, Sun Tai took a deep look at him, and once again remembered the person who was entangled with him. He seemed to be in a trance before him, as if he had returned to the world of rain hundreds of years ago. …
Scenes slid in front of his eyes, and finally fixed on the calm but slightly old face in front of him.
"Between life and death, it turned out to be so short..."
Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes.
The death aura on his body reached its peak at this moment, but in the next moment, it disappeared.
"Grandpa Sun..."
With tears in Wang Ping's eyes, he looked at Sun Tai's peaceful face and wept.
Wang Lin sighed lightly and touched Wang Ping's head, a trace of flatness flashed in his eyes. See through life and death, see through reincarnation, such a thing, like a cloud of tobacco, I see it, but I won't keep it in my heart.
Sun Tai's tomb, in the back mountain of Luoyue Village, the people who died in the village will be buried here.
The tombstone was engraved by Wang Ping, and it said: "Sun Tai's Tomb" was signed by Yi Sun Wang Ping.
When Wang Ping was twelve years old, Sun Tai accepted him as a righteous grandson. Wang Lin did not stop him. Sun Tai was already older than him, enough to become Wang Ping's grandfather.
As for the relationship between him and Sun Tai, they are in the same generation, even as Wang Ping felt, for Wang Lin, Sun Tai has a kind of awe from the bones.
There is no corpse in Sun Tai's tomb. His corpse has become an altar of ashes and is stored in Wang Lin's storage bag. This is his promise to Sun Tai.
Sixteen-year-old Wang Ping. Handsome and extraordinary, compared to Wang Lin, he is getting older.
The passage of years brought Wang Lin Rongyan and at the same time it made the Zhang family women in the village lose their interest in mediators. Instead, as Wang Ping grew up, she put this interest on this child.
It's just that Wang Ping is quite like a father. Although he looks handsome, he acts extremely calmly. He doesn't talk much on weekdays, but his eyes flashed wisely.
One year after Sun Tai left, on this day, in the Wang’s compound, Wang Lin was carefully carving a wooden block in his hand. Wang Ping sat aside, calmly looking at his father, on his face, With wrinkles, the vicissitudes of life are more intense.
"Sculpture, you have to put your knives attentively, every knife is portrayed in memory, only in this way can you be called a master craftsman!"
Wang Lin didn't look up, but said flatly.
Wang Ping nodded, and also picked up a wooden block, carefully carve it.
In the sunset, the figures of the father and son were drawn very long. Their movements were similar, even their expressions were very similar. As the setting sun fell, the figures gradually faded, but the trace of charm is eternal...
"Have you thought about it?"
The setting sun finally set, and the dark color enveloped the earth, lights were lit in the courtyard, and the lampshade was put on, Wang Lin said calmly.
Wang Ping put down the semi-finished statue in his hand and fell silent.
Without urging, Wang Lin sat aside, picked up the statue of Wang Ping, and looked at it carefully. The statue was slightly rough, but it carved Shen Yun by three points.
The woodcarving is Sun Tai, with an arrogant face and looking at the sky. Each of his hands has a seal technique inside, a weird breath is condensed on his body, and there are clouds under his feet, which looks quite vivid.
"Father, why don't you let me learn the spells of those immortals left by Grandpa Sun..."
Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly.
Wang Lin sighed slightly, Sun Tai still did not follow his own ideas on this matter, but secretly taught his cultivation skills by accepting Wang Ping as his righteous grandson.
All this can't be concealed from Wang Lin's magical powers. If Sun Tai hadn't gotten alive in order to teach Wang Ping's Taoist skills, he would not have returned four years earlier.
As a father, Wang Lin is not an arbitrary person. He looked at Wang Ping, this child, who inherited the face of his mother Liu Mei, and learned his own peace with his sixteen years.
When the wise light in his eyes flickered, Wang Lin seemed to see another himself.
"Because of a monastic life. Not suitable for you."
Wang Lin retracted his gaze and said softly.
With a smile on Wang Ping's face, he looked up at his father, and said, "Father, I didn't practice the formulas taught by Grandpa Sun. I never did."
Wang Lin nodded. He naturally knew all of this. Although Sun Tai taught the Taoist method, Wang Ping didn't practice it from beginning to end.
"Father. You... Are you a fairy too?"
Wang Ping lowered his head and asked.
"Not a fairy, just a monk."
Wang Lin said slowly with the vicissitudes in his eyes.
"Daddy meant to let me live an ordinary life, not to follow your footsteps and become a monk, right?"
Wang Ping was silent for a moment and said.
The bright moon in the sky gradually rose, and the moonlight fell on the earth, soft, revealing a hint of moon cold. The breeze hit, and the lampshade hung on the side was swayed, causing the candlelight inside to become bright and dark, mixed in the moonlight, and enveloped the courtyard.
"Yes."
Wang Lin put down the sculpture of Wang Ping in his hand, looked at the night sky, and his voice was erratic.
"If... Ping'er doesn't want to..."
Wang Ping raised his head and looked at his father. This was the first time in his 16 years of life that he had spoken to his father like this.
Wang Lin's gaze fell on Wang Ping, and he didn't speak, but looked calmly.
As time passed slowly, Wang Ping's head gradually lowered, as if he dared not look at Wang Lin's gaze.
"The life of monasticism is not for you! Don't mention this matter again!"
Although Wang Lin's voice was weak, it was very firm, but a trace of sorrow flashed through his eyes where Wang Ping could not see. This sorrow was very strong...
Wang Ping said bitterly: "Yes, father, I don't know how to cultivate."
Wang Lin didn't speak, turned and walked back to the house. The moment he stepped in, his voice came: "Ping'er, take medicine."
Wang Ping was silent for a long time, sighed softly, stood up, entered the room, his back was a little decayed...
The majesty of the father was not revealed, but in Wang Ping's heart, it was extremely large. He was unable to resist, and could only follow his father's wishes and live this life ordinary.
"Except for monasticism, I can give you everything in this world!"
Wang Lin's voice came slowly while Wang Ping was lying on the bed after drinking the medicine.
Wang Ping closed his eyes and said nothing.
In the darkness, Wang Lin sat alone in the yard, staring blankly at the dark place ahead, the sadness in his eyes flashed again.
The passage of time is often like the moonlight in the darkness. You can't see when it will come. When you find it, the moonlight has already fallen on the ground.
In a blink of an eye, it has been three years since Sun Tai passed away.
This year, Wang Ping was 19 years old. He has completely turned into a handsome young man. Although there is still some immaturity on his face, it is difficult to see if you don't look closely.
His appearance is more and more similar to Liu Mei.
In contrast, Wang Lin is even older, and his nineteen years have left deep marks on his face.
In the nineteenth year when Wang Lin came to Luoyue Village, he put away the belongings at home, took Wang Ping, and left.
At the time of parting, the childhood friends who grew up with Wang Ping in the village came one after another to send them off. Most of them were girls. They looked at Wang Ping's gaze, full of resentment.
This, especially the second girl from that Zhou's family, is even more so.
It's just that Wang Ping turned a blind eye to all this. His appearance inherited his mother Liu Mei, but his personality was inherited from Wang Lin. He took a very light look at female sex.
In 19 years, Luoyue Village was born, old, sick, and died. As one generation grows old, the new generation gradually grows up. When Wang Lin came here, those neighbors, out of ten, went three or four...
Although he is still tough, he is obviously not younger. He is standing next to Wang Lin and said with emotion: "Brothers of the Wang family, it’s been nearly 20 years. It’s so fast. I still remember that you hugged him. The scenes when Ping'er came here, but right now, you are leaving."
Wang Lin smiled slightly and said mildly: "Brother Zhou, these years, I have caused you trouble, but the child has grown up, so I have to take him out for a walk and see the world."
The Zhou family sighed with emotion, his eyes fell on Wang Ping who was surrounded by the girls in the village in the distance, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that Erya in my family doesn't have that blessing."
Wang Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "It should be the kid in my family. It's not lucky."
Not far away, Wang Ping looked as usual, and said softly, "You take care..."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards Wang Lin.
But at this moment, one of the girls ran up a few steps, blushing, and said loudly: "Wang Ping, you... will you come back in the future?"
Wang Ping paused, did not look back, and said softly: "It should not be anymore..."
The girl's eyes reddened, leaving two rows of teardrops, as if she heard her heartbreaking voice.
"I hate you! Wang Ping!"
The girl cried, turned and ran away.
Wang Ping frowned and went to his father's side without speaking.
The Zhou family sighed and threw a fist at Wang Lin, and said, "Brother Wang family, take care!"
Wang Lin had a good impression of this bold man, and he smiled and said, "Take care!"
After speaking, he turned and walked away. Wang Ping followed behind him. After a few steps, he hesitated, looked back at the crying girl who was going away, sighed, and gradually followed Wang Lin away.
"Father, why are these girls so troublesome, especially Zhou Ruotong..."
Following in his father's footsteps, Wang Ping frowned.
Wang Lin laughed and looked back at Wang Ping. He inherited the appearance of Liu Mei. Wang Ping was handsome and had a strange feeling.
"You don't like that girl from Zhou's family?"
Wang Lin said with a smile.
"I don't like it, but... When she cried just now, I felt a little bit sad."
Wang Ping sighed.